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Thursday, September 9, 2010

The Guide's Window

The forest morning was crisp. I walked alone with the leaves cracking under my feet. I clutched my coat closer against the chilling fall winds. The trees looked almost skeletal against the clear air. Up ahead along the trail -- leaning against a fallen tree -- was the person I had come to meet. He was my good friend and today we intended to wander the woods for the day with his acquaintance, a guide who knew the area quite well.

When I arrived the guide shook my hand. For a split second it seemed like the wind suddenly got colder, but the feeling soon passed. Then, for the next several hours we were shown all there was to see in the acres of wilderness. After this time we came upon a house in the woods sticking out like a sore thumb. Our guide strode confidently toward it. I stood hesitantly until something caught my eye. In the window was a transparent figure looking out the window. I ran away back to my car screaming.

The two remaining men look at each other for a second. The guide looked over to my friend and asked "Did you tell him about my wife and me by chance?" The friend replied "no, it must have slipped my mind." The guide simply replied "Oh well, lets go see what's for lunch". With that the friend walked around to the door as the guide turned transparent and went through the wall.

this is a magpie tale http://magpietales.blogspot.com/ and a poet rally post. For the perfect poet award I nominate because they comment on all my posts Brian and jingle.